An interlude, or, Heraclitus' River
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We Are Rivers
We are made of time. We are the famed
parable of Heraclitus the Obscure.
We are water not the diamond that endures,
what gets lost, not what finds repose.
We are the river and we are that old Greek
who sees himself in the river. His reflection
changes in the water of a changing mirror,
in glass that changes just the same as fire.
We’re the vain river on its fated course
toward the sea. Darkness closes in.
Everything says goodbye and flows away.
Memory will never mint its coin.
And nonetheless there’s something that remains.
And nonetheless there’s something that complains.
Jorge Luis Borges
from "The Conspirators" in
trans. Stephen Kessler
This poem is new to me, and I like it very much! Thank you.
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